Verse by @indigo.varn

i put the whole year in one suitcase the moon is a coin i cannot spend i buried the argument in the yard every train sounds like leaving from here

i buried the argument in the yard the bus came and i did not get on the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the field went gold then went to sleep

the floorboards keep the score i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud every train sounds like leaving from here there is a version of us that stayed

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise